Poem

The flowers cannot hold it long / the sparsely fallen snow The morning sunshine thaws the flakes / and droplets fall and flow Immaculate the petals shine / the gold again unfolds A day like this so fortunate / from which a year may grow This kind of snow is called “Hasenschnee”,in the south of Germany, defined as (in latin): “nix leviter sparsa”. Very fitting for this Year of the Hare!

Ein Biber nagt den Kirschbaum an / taucht ein und schwimmt davon Die Wunde blutet Tropfen Harz / die Tränen klar und rein Der Regen wäscht sie nicht herab / die Sonne trocknet nicht Die Blätter färben sich in Gelb / dort zieht der Herbst schon ein => Mehr... Foreign affairs: A beaver gnaws a cherry tree / dives in and swims away And resin oozes from the wound / the tears are pure and bright A shower does not wash them down / the warm wind will not dry The foliage withers all too soon / in early...

One wonders why a common fly / would perch upon a rose There is no stench of dying things / what keeps him there, who knows Perhaps he loves like any man / to show off like a king Surrounds himself with finest cloth / but then to filth he goes More poems, in German...

The Chinese New Year always starts with a new moon, in 2019 this was on the 5th of February. After the winter solstice, days begin earlier and last longer and by the time of the Chinese New Year there already is a feeling of Spring. To celebrate this pristine time of the year I wrote the following lines. The moon is new the sky in haze and shorter is the night Before the dawn a single call then many birds unite The branches are but dimly seen then comes the morning sun And makes the hamamelis...